Hope

 Hope

Hope is the balm that flows

Freely today

Its restorative grace is my food

Nothing can shatter its

Home in my heart

Nothing can cancel its good

Hope is the child of the

Bitterest loss

And the fruit of its

Sadness sublime

The result of a night that is

Wakeful, not tossed

But silently accepting God’s

Time

Hope is a seed and the

(Crap, Trap) fully sprung

From the richness that

Dwelleth within

Hope fills all our emptiness

Calms all distress

Turns our face and our

Hearts from our sin

Hope is our armor, stands us

Firmly in peace

As the slings and the arrows

Pass through

With our eyes on the prize

To be wholly ourselves

There’s no limit to what we can do.

10/11/05